BLOOD BOUNDED - THE MOONLIGHT - Eng - Castlevania Lords of Shadow (fanfic) PIII

Chapter 58

The brightness of the day woke Gabriel and he immediately realized that he was not in his bed, but in the damned isolation cubicle.

Damn, they locked him up again!

He tried to sit up, but his head was a mess.

Small, soft fingers rested on his palm. He could feel his heart thundering in his chest as he turned his face and found the figure of Marie, dozing next to him.

Her hair was still disheveled and her back was wrapped in a new blanket, and her wonderful face dazzling in shades of pale pink.

What kind of blessing was this? Could it be that they could stay like this forever?

Then his gaze focused on the full parted lips.

He hugging her. He joining those lips with his.

He brought his free forearm up to his face, careful not to make sudden movements that would wake her.

That was it, that line that he had sworn to himself not to cross, it was done... and damn him, he had enjoyed it like the dishonorable bastard that he was.

What he was really worried about was, what would be the retaliation for her.

He looked at her from behind his hand.

She was still by his side. So, among the fever, he hadn't imagined it, had he? She hadn't rejected him. In fact, she had responded. And that fact, in effect, had been what he would treasure most from that moment, for the rest of his life.

Gabriel did not know it yet, and he had no way of imagining it at his young age, but when the years passed and he woke up each day with the face of his adored wife, after long journeys of blood and death, after cruel fate took her from on his side and armed only with a halo of hope that he could have her again, he faced every beast, including the Dark Lords, when the revelation of Zobek's manipulation to end her life with his bare hands... When, condemned to live forever, he lost every trace of his humanity and unleashed his pain against the world that she loved so much. When the blood of his son stained his hands and every one of his descendants went to face him afterwards.

When the sword of his son pierced him to plunge him into that dream that would last centuries.

Those moments, it would be just those moments that would eat away at his already withered soul, with the immortal blood prolonging his suffering for eternity.

When the Great Dracul, the new Lord of Shadows, Prince of Darkness, forged from void and chaos, beheld his past life through the Mirror of fate: it was this, this very moment in time that he wanted to have for himself. Without ever being able to feel that warmth, just watching everything he had and lost go by through a window, he could see the smile of that child, who took advantage of their joined hands to play with the fingers of the maiden who, despite all, she had taken care of him, she had not abandoned him.

The Dark Lord had stepped forward with the ghostly figure of him and raised his pale, clawed hand to the girl's cheek. Instead of feeling something solid and warm, he just pushed through her. Her eyes widened and he couldn't help but back away.

The first thing little Marie did was look at the young man who was lying next to her.

"Gabriel! You are awake!"

The boy responded to her, smiling, he could almost feel the rumble of his heart.

"Good morning," he said simply.

Dracul chuckled as he watched her expression go from relief to surprise, at seeing her hands clasped with his, and then to cringe in absolute red. And she was brushing back her hair with her free hand.